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The Upper Classes
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Rock
The Upper Classes was released on January 1, 1994 by Hut as a part of the album Now I'm a Cowboy
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1994
LabelHut
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Auteurs
The Auteurs
Performer
Alice Readman
Alice Readman
Bass
James Banbury
James Banbury
Cello
Barnaby C. Rockford
Barnaby C. Rockford
Drums
Joe Beckett
Joe Beckett
Percussion
Louise Elliot
Louise Elliot
Saxophone
Belinda Sykes
Belinda Sykes
Oboe
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Haines
Luke Haines
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Haines
Luke Haines
Producer
Phil Vinall
Phil Vinall
Producer
Pete Hoffman
Pete Hoffman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Giles Hall
Giles Hall
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Some of the clothes
You stole from your lover's home
Make you glow in the dark
Make you light up the room on your own
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now
[Verse 2]
Put it all in a trust fund
She can't touch 'till she's twenty one
Amazing the cruel hand of fate
A tax loss against the state
[Verse 3]
You had to move three times this year
I'd rather be anywhere but here
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise
[Verse 4]
House guest is here
Can't believe that the vanishing point appeared
Can hardly believe
People live in houses behind trees
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now
[Verse 5]
That cunt's really got it sussed
Selling wine, selling drugs
You can't get so far with a perishing wit
But the money's in trust - isn't it?
[Verse 6]
What treasures can you hold and face?
You don't have the right name
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise
[Verse 7]
Some of your friends
From your other life just don't belong
They're crude and they're plain
It's not their fault, it's the world they're from
[Verse 8]
You can't come here no more
Unless you use the tradesman's door
There's nothing wrong with inherited wealth
If you melt the silver - yourself
[Verse 9]
Put it all in a trust fund
She can't touch 'till she's twenty one
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise
Paradise
Paradise
[Verse 10]
Some of the clothes
You stole from your lover's home
Are better than the clothes
We stole from the shops on our own
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now, now, now
Written by: Luke Haines
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